A woman who is 8 years older than me

A woman who is 8 years older than me

In 2000, I took leave from the government agency where I had worked for two years, leaving behind an environment that had almost suffocated me. With my sister's help, I found a job at her friend's company. Actually, my family all thought I wouldn't be able to stand the work environment of a private company and wouldn't last long, especially my sister. However, to my sister's surprise, I stayed there for three whole years, and even more unexpectedly, I developed a deeply impactful relationship with this friend of hers.

My sister told me she was divorced and had dated several men, but all relationships ended in failure; she was even scammed out of money, so she was disheartened and didn't plan to date again. But her business was booming, and now she's the wealthiest among my sister's classmates—a real rich woman. Before meeting her, I was quite worried about working for someone like her, because in my mind, single, wealthy women were all eccentric and difficult to get along with. But after spending time with her, I found she was actually a very nice person; all the employees at the company affectionately called her Sister Wang. She was in her early thirties, with a fair, wrinkle-free face, a full figure, and a great sense of style. She was decisive and efficient at work, a truly charming woman.

Wanting to escape the constraints of my family, I decided to rent an apartment. With my sister's help, I moved into Sister Wang's suite on the second floor of the company building—Sister Wang's bedroom, though she had never actually lived there! This was a small company that combined kitchenware distribution and kitchen design and renovation. The company was still expanding, with about twenty employees, mostly women. Because of its expansion, management and daily operations were rather chaotic. When I first joined, I didn't have any substantial work; I often filled in. However, because I cherished the opportunity to work independently, I worked very hard, often finding my own jobs, and never complained about salary. (My family is well-off; I only receive 70% of my salary, so I'm actually quite poor.) Sister Wang was a meticulous person; she silently observed everything I did, and she seemed to have noticed some of my opinions about the company's management and daily operations. One day after working overtime, Sister Wang took everyone out to dinner. Afterwards, instead of going home as usual, she drove me back to the company. Once there, she had a long talk with me. I mustered my courage and shared my thoughts and ideas with her, and she listened attentively. Finally, she said, "Okay, that's enough for today. It's late, you should rest." The next day, Sister Wang held my first company-wide meeting, and surprisingly, she announced that I would be the company manager, responsible for the company's daily operations. The following days were the most successful period of my life; everything went smoothly. Because of the clear system of rewards and punishments, the employees were highly motivated, and Sister Wang's excellent interpersonal skills brought the company a steady stream of revenue. Sister Wang also trusted me more and more; even when I occasionally made mistakes, I received her tolerance and encouragement.

The following spring, the company received a large project: assembling and designing kitchen appliances for the first phase of the municipal tax system's staff housing project. This was a very profitable project, so I paid close attention to it after construction began, visiting the construction site almost every day to ensure quality. During that time, I often went to the construction site in the afternoon and didn't return to the company until evening. Sister Wang would often drive to pick me up from the construction site, buy me clothes, and take me out to eat. At that time, I didn't think about anything else, until the night after the first phase of the project was completed and we had dinner with the tax bureau leaders. Everything changed because there were still the second and third phases of the project, which were equally profitable, so it was inevitable to treat those old men in the tax bureau to meals and drinks and give them red envelopes. That night, I witnessed Sister Wang's drinking capacity for the first time, and I also drank a lot of alcohol for someone else for the first time. It was the first time I had seen a woman drink so much for a living, and also had to deal with many lecherous men making lewd remarks and groping hands. I suddenly didn't know where I got the courage, so I took Sister Wang's glass and drank a lot for her. After dinner, Sister Wang was already drunk, but she still forced herself to stay with me until we got a room for those leaders and called prostitutes before leaving the hotel. Sitting in the car, she couldn't move anymore. She handed me the car keys and said, "Can you drive?" and then she didn't say anything more. Having just gotten my driver's license not long ago, I actually drove her all the way home that night. Once we got home, she started vomiting nonstop. I'd barely finished cleaning up when she vomited again, and it wasn't until dawn that she finally calmed down! I don't know when, but I'd also fallen asleep on the edge of the bed. When I woke up, it was already 3 PM. Luckily, it was the weekend, so I didn't have to work. After waking up, I looked around and realized I was at Sister Wang's house. My head was throbbing. Just then, Sister Wang came out of the kitchen in her pajamas and said to me, "I was going to have you sleep on the bed, but you were sleeping so soundly, so I didn't wake you. Go take a shower and change into the new clothes I bought you." After I showered and changed, I came out to find food already laid out on the table. She sat down and beckoned me to come over. Her cooking was really good; every dish was delicious. Perhaps I was really hungry, because I started eating. A long time later, I realized she hadn't eaten; she was just staring at me, her eyes filled with tears. I asked her, "Sister, what's wrong?" She didn't answer; tears were already streaming down her cheeks. I reached out to hold her hand to comfort her, but she gripped it tightly. Suddenly, I felt like a grown man again. I got up, went over, and hugged her, letting her lean against me. She suddenly turned and hugged me, crying out loud. Her trembling body aroused my pity and ignited the fire within me. I lowered my head to kiss her, and her lips quickly and accurately met mine, her soft tongue following suit. Sucking on her slightly sweet tongue, smelling the Lanc?me perfume, my desire was gradually aroused. I picked her up; she was a little heavy, but that only fueled my latent desire to conquer. I placed her on the large bed, tore open her nightgown, and revealed her breasts. They were breasts that no man could resist—full, white, and firm. I impulsively lowered my head and sucked on her breasts, and she moaned as she began to undress me. My lips slowly moved down from her chest... My tongue moved, brushing over every inch of her skin, and she was completely aroused. When I kissed her clitoris through her thick pubic hair, her body trembled, her hands running through my hair, and she began to moan loudly. My tongue repeatedly brushed against her clitoris, bringing her to the peak, and she moaned as she tightly clamped her legs around my head, her vagina throbbing intensely and persistently. When I kissed her breasts for the second time, she began to grasp my penis, guiding me into her. She wasn't my first woman, but she was the one who ignited the most passion in me. As I entered her vagina, she trembled again; her vagina was already a wet, warm embrace. With each powerful thrust, she almost screamed, I felt her vaginal fluid gushing out, I heard the impact and the "sizzling" sound, and with a heavy groan from her throat, she climaxed again. That afternoon, we changed positions countless times, and each time I brought her and me to ecstasy.

As evening fell, we lay on the large bed on the thirteenth floor of her house. The setting sun cast a golden glow on her fair and full body, and she slept soundly in my arms like a child. Looking at her beautiful face, I kissed her tenderly. When I woke up again, the moonlight had filled the room. She was still fast asleep, a smile on her face. Looking at this beautiful and capable woman, I couldn't imagine what kind of life she had lived. I only knew that she had a fragile heart, like all women, yearning for tender care. If she gave me a chance, I would do my best to take care of her. But at this moment, I wasn't even sure if she was truly interested in me, or if it was just another one of the many sexual experiences this rich woman had. I was lost in my thoughts. Although it was spring, the nights were still quite chilly, and the heating wasn't as strong as in winter. We were both naked and a little cold. She seemed cold too, curling up closer to me. I reached out and hugged her. She woke up! She looked at me with sleepy eyes, smiling, her rosy face like that of a shy little girl. Her hand caressed my chest, she didn't look at me, and whispered, "You're amazing!" That night we talked a lot, about my ex-girlfriends, her unhappy marriage, her lovely daughter living with her parents, and the hardships of living alone. She cried, saying she could see that I protected her among my employees, often stood up for her, and took care of her during social events. She said she liked my sunny and sincere nature, and also my tall and handsome appearance, but she was divorced and had a daughter, and she cried even harder. I hugged her and told her I would take care of her for the rest of my life. She looked at me and said, "Really?" I nodded, and she hugged me and said, "Never leave me!" Another passionate kiss, caresses, and the ensuing passion. My body was already tired, but a desire was still growing within me. She leaned down, her long hair falling on me, tickling me comfortably. She kissed her way down my chest, gently holding me in her mouth, her tongue warm and smooth, and a desire was slowly growing stronger. Her nimble tongue slid across my penis, like a cool breeze on a sweltering midnight. Each time her tongue brushed against the grooves of my penis, it felt like an electric shock. (This was my first time experiencing oral sex. Although I'd given my girlfriend oral sex, I'd never let her do it to me before, because she was a virgin when we got together and wasn't very receptive to it at first. I didn't want to force it, afraid of ruining the atmosphere.) Just as I was about to ejaculate, I cupped her face and said I wanted to enter her. She smiled and lay down shyly again. We were together again, just as intense as ever. The room was filled with moans, gasps, and the smell of secretions. I turned her over and... I entered her. I like this most primal way; it allows me to go deeper. The moment I slid in, she groaned loudly. I thrust forward forcefully, feeling as if my penis had hit something; she almost screamed. Fine beads of sweat covered her body. During the intense thrusting, her vagina contracted rhythmically and strongly, and she squirted—another perfect orgasm arrived. I lay panting on her back, feeling as if I had fallen from a great height, my body weightless. When I came to my senses, I suddenly remembered to ask her if it was safe. She laughed and pinched my nose. "You only think of that now? Isn't it a little late?" "I quickly got up, grabbed my clothes, and prepared to go out to buy emergency contraception, but she stopped me, saying it was definitely my safe period. Then she laughed mischievously, clearly pleased with herself for successfully teasing me, just like a little child. In the days that followed, she always switched between the roles of mother, daughter, and lover, giving me endless joy and happiness. Those were, to this day, perhaps the happiest days of my life! Another climax brought us a sweet sleep; we slept in each other's arms, without a single dream.

The next day was a sunny Sunday. Since the second and third phases of the tax bureau's project were a sure thing, and more importantly, it was our first Sunday together, she suggested we go out for a walk in nature. I was very tired, but I still listened to her; perhaps it was my inner male chauvinism, believing that women should be pampered. She drove her white Citro?n Fukang, and we..." Walking in the spring sunshine, my mood was as light as the wind, and I sang all the way. We arrived at a small hill in the far suburbs. The shady slopes still had some snow, but the sunny slopes were already covered with colorful wildflowers. We walked on the hillside, the sun warming us. She was wearing casual sportswear, a little loose, but you could still see her good figure. She was like a little girl, singing and dancing, picking a large bunch of wildflowers. She ran over and lay down on the grass, resting her head on my lap. I deliberately shouted loudly, which startled her. She asked me what was wrong. I said, "You're too fat and you're hurting my leg." She realized I was teasing her, got up and hit me. I quickly limped away. She really thought I was hurting, and ran up to ask which leg hurt. I laughed and said, "The middle one, give me a massage." She realized she had been tricked, and angrily raised her hand but gently placed it on my back. The following days became warm and sweet. I no longer had to sleep in that cold bed upstairs at the company. After get off work, I would have hot showers, delicious meals, and a warm home. That period was tiring but sweet. Almost every morning, after finishing my work at the company, I would rush to the construction site and stay up until the stars filled the sky, always waiting for Sister Wang to finish discussing the project and drive me home. (We've known each other for a long time, but I still like to call her that in public and in private. She wants me to change how I address her, but I still feel comfortable calling her that.) I'm a perfectionist at work, so I often demand that my workers redo their work. It was precisely because I was so meticulous about the quality of the projects that I quickly gained recognition from clients and the industry. Business volume increased, and the company grew from more than twenty people to more than fifty. For those six months, we could only see each other at night because she trusted me completely, even though she had been cheated out of money by men before. So she entrusted me with everything at the company, even the money in the accounts. Everyone asks me. Our relationship has never been public; I didn't want people to say I was a kept woman, so nobody knew our true relationship. Therefore, whenever we're back in our own little world, we're inseparable—as she puts it, it's to make up for lost time. Every night when I get home, I start reading the newspaper or surfing the internet, while she quickly showers and cooks. Sometimes I'll put my arms around her waist from behind and watch her cook, and we'll chat sweet nothings. Even when she's tired, she'll still cook some of my favorite dishes, pour two small glasses of red wine, and light candles. She often just sits with me and watches me eat. She often has to socialize a lot and has already eaten several times, but she always sits and eats with me until the end. After dinner, she'll prepare hot water for me, and after I shower, we'll lie in bed. She'll watch soap operas and chat with me, while I flip through the newspaper I haven't finished reading. Often, before I've even finished the newspaper, she'll start teasing me, and we'll make love very passionately. Back then, we were young and energetic, never feeling tired, and always enjoying ourselves immensely.

She's a sensitive and meticulous woman, taking excellent care of me. She makes sure I wear the right clothes every day, even charging my phone and putting cigarettes in my bag. When the weather turns cold and I don't wear enough clothes, she'll lovingly scold me. But when I say she's not dressed warmly enough either, she'll act like a little girl, saying she wants to "beautifully endure the cold!" Ah, what can I say? To love someone you love, and to be loved by someone you love—that's true happiness. I hope this love will last forever. People say that two people who are together for too long will grow tired of each other, but I never feel that way with her. She's a very charming person; her love, her coquettishness, her kindness and gentleness will never tire you. There will only be the passion and sweetness of reuniting after a short separation. I remember it was before the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2001. My company was operating three construction sites simultaneously, and I hadn't been home to her for a week. Because I had to go to the construction site during the day and handle a ton of work at the company in the evenings, and she was negotiating with several companies in Zhuhai about kitchenware distribution, I wanted to go with her, but I really couldn't manage it all. On Mid-Autumn Festival, I took some time to drive back to my hometown, a county town 100 kilometers away, and then rushed back to the company. When I got back, my secretary, Xiao Wang, told me she had called to say she was home. I knew she hadn't called my cell phone because she was worried I'd be distracted while driving; she's always so thoughtful. I suddenly felt very excited, but I still had a lot of work to do, so I quickly buried myself in my work, hoping to get home as soon as possible. By the time I finished everything, the full moon of Mid-Autumn Festival was already hanging in the sky, and everyone was eating reunion mooncakes. Thinking that she was already waiting for me at home, I sped up. I hadn't called; I just wanted to surprise her. But when I got downstairs, I saw that the light in the thirteenth-floor window wasn't on, so I called home, but no one answered. I suddenly became nervous. Could something have happened? The moment the elevator doors opened, I dashed over, opened the door, and found the house quiet except for moonlight streaming in through the window. Just as I was wondering what was happening, the door slammed shut, and someone hugged me from behind. I was startled, then smelled a familiar scent—it was her. Such a grown woman, yet playing childish games. Before I could even speak, her lips were on mine, her warm, sweet tongue enveloping me. Even in the darkness behind the door, I could see her in her white dress, her bright eyes looking at me passionately as she said, "I've missed you so much, I want you." The desire I'd suppressed for almost half a month was instantly awakened. We entwined and fell onto the floor, then rolled to the floor. We entered without even foreplay, yet it was still perfect. She was still so warm and tight around my rock-hard penis. I moved in and out gently and lovingly, her moans quickening, her fingers digging into the muscles of my back. The pleasure made me increase my pace, and in that moonlight, I pushed her to her peak, and I ejaculated. We lay on the floor, looking at the full moon outside the window. I told her I hoped she would be by my side every full moon for the rest of my life. Suddenly, I felt her tears fall onto my chest. I wanted to wipe them away, but she pushed my hand away and returned a long, passionate kiss, more intense than the first. She began kissing my short hair, my eyes, my lips, and down. When my penis was once again in her mouth, aroused by her, I felt she was the best woman I had ever met, and I wanted to give her all my love. Her tongue was like that of a master musician, always finding the most captivating string, bringing me closer to the climax time and time again. When her tongue once again circled the groove of my penis, I felt an uncontrollable tingling sensation. I cupped her face in my hands, indicating I was about to climax, and tried to penetrate her, but she stopped me. Her tongue moved even faster, circling and stroking, and I ejaculated in her mouth. I watched her cover her mouth and walk into the bathroom, feeling incredibly embarrassed. When she came out, I was still ashamed. How could I have ejaculated in her mouth? "Why don't you control yourself?" she laughed. "Look at you, you're such a grown-up, yet you act like a child who's done something wrong." I smiled foolishly. She kissed my cheek, pulled me into her arms, and stroked my hair. We went into the bedroom and lay on the bed. We were exhausted, but not sleepy at all. We talked about the company's bright future and her resounding success on this trip. This was our first Mid-Autumn

Festival together. We were so busy that we forgot to buy mooncakes, and even forgot the food she had prepared on the table, yet we were still very happy. Autumn is the most beautiful season in this city, a golden expanse, just like our radiant mood. At the same time, our hard work paid off. Sales of the new kitchenware agency were promising, the tax bureau project was completed smoothly, and thanks to Sister Wang's excellent diplomacy, we quickly received the project payment. Soon after, several smaller projects came our way. Because I managed the company meticulously, she didn't have to worry about anything. At that time, she always wanted to work hard for a few more years while she was still relatively young, so she kept looking for other avenues. Opportunity seems to truly favor those who are prepared. One of her college roommates, Xiao Lin, suddenly came to our door. Xiaolin said the city was planning to abolish a county in the suburbs and establish a district there, and would relocate all cultural and sports units and several universities to that area. This information was leaked to her by her father, who was in charge of the city's planning commission, hoping to give his daughter a chance to make a quick buck before he retired. Xiaolin's idea was to have Sister Wang invest with her to find the best-located plot of land in that county before any official announcement, then use her father's connections to buy it at a low price. Once the announcement was made, they could resell it for a very substantial profit. Sister Wang discussed this with me to see if it was feasible. I told her that if the information was reliable, we should do it, even if it meant selling everything we owned—it was a golden opportunity. Sister Wang said that was actually her intention, but she wanted to consult me again. At this time, she was like this, always needing to discuss things with me; perhaps even the strongest woman inherently needs someone to rely on. Sister Wang took out all her savings, and I gave her all the money available from the company's accounts. She also borrowed money from her uncle, who was a political commissar in the traffic police, and together with the six million Xiaolin had raised, they raised a total of about fifteen million. Through connections, they acquired a considerable amount of land at an extremely low price, and according to the planning map Xiaolin's father showed them, the location was superb. The next two months were the most stressful time for Wang Jie and me. We were constantly running around trying to solve cash flow problems, and the worst fear was that the city's plans might change. During those two months, we always came home very late, and often had trouble sleeping at night. Apart from passionate lovemaking, we would either cuddle and chat. At that time, she would often stroke my hair like a mother, gently comforting me, telling me not to worry, that even if we really lost money, we could start over, and that as long as I was with her, she would never be afraid. She would often burst into tears while saying this.

At the end of the year, the news was finally announced, and the land prices there began to skyrocket. Public institutions and various relocated universities drove the land prices there to the heavens. Xiaolin kept urging us to sell, and Wang Jie also wanted to cash out as soon as possible. But I still managed to convince them both. With the relocation of universities, businesses would inevitably get involved, as university students are a significant consumer group. They believed businesses would offer high prices to buy our street-facing land; our land was like an emperor's daughter—it wouldn't have to worry about finding a buyer! By early summer of the following year, experts believed the land price there had peaked, and we started preparing to sell. One weekend, I suddenly had a whim and insisted that Sister Wang take me to see the land. From the time we bought it until now, when we were about to sell, I hadn't personally seen it once. Sister Wang was happy to go with me, so we went together. When I arrived, I was stunned by what I saw. In just a few months, many high-rise buildings had sprung up, and numerous specialty stores had already opened. I inquired about the rents at shops next to our land, and they were almost as high as in the city center. On the way back, I kept thinking about it. Back home, the observant Sister Wang noticed I was preoccupied and asked what I was thinking about. So I revealed my bold plan: I didn't want to sell the land anymore. Sister Wang stared at me with wide eyes, and I calmly explained my idea. I wanted to build a commercial and residential building on that land. The ground floor would be shops that could be rented out, and the upper floors would be low-rise buildings, sold as apartments. This would maximize profits, and the rented shops would be a significant asset; once sold, they would be irreplaceable. Sister Wang agreed with my suggestion and called Xiao Lin. Because of my previous successful decision, Xiao Lin quickly agreed as well. But we currently have almost no funds. How can we build the building? This has become our biggest problem.

We'd been racking our brains over the money for over two weeks. That night, I came home exhausted. I opened the door as usual, and she was home, but instead of offering me slippers or taking my coat as usual, I went to the inner room, puzzled. Still no one was there. I finally found her in the kitchen. She'd just finished showering and was naked except for a large apron, her entire back to me. Even though we live on the thirteenth floor, this was the first time she'd done this. I suddenly felt a strong urge, remembering how we'd been so preoccupied with the money that we hadn't made love in a long time. I went over to her, but she didn't look at me or say anything. I hugged her from behind, inhaling deeply the scent of shampoo. My hands began to roam over her breasts, my already aroused penis rubbing against her full buttocks through my pants. Without looking at me, she said, "I thought you were only focused on making money and had forgotten about me." I said, "Making money is for us, how could I forget you? I'm already in so much pain!" She smiled and turned her head, picking a piece of green vegetable from the pot and feeding it to me, saying, "You have such a sweet tongue, it's almost unbearable. This is just to reward you." I casually turned off the gas, picked her up, and said, "Green vegetables are enough to reward me? I want meat!" I carried her to our large bed, took off her apron, and that familiar, alluring body was once again before my eyes. I threw off my clothes, bent down, and began to suck and caress her with a drunken, greedy passion. Perhaps this time the interval was a little longer, or perhaps she was just waiting at home for my return with a passionate encounter, but soon she began to want it. She gently pushed me down onto the bed and began to kiss me tenderly and meticulously. Familiar and intoxicating lips, captivating tongue, pushed desire to its peak time and time again. With a gentle slide, she was already sitting on my waist, and in the early summer night, her alluring body began to rise and fall, her breasts that intoxicated me swaying rhythmically, her long hair occasionally tossing up and down, leading me to ecstasy in my daze. I felt my limit approaching, and reached out to pull her down onto me. "Baby, a condom," I said. She took out a condom and put it on me; it felt cool, like the night breeze outside the window. I rolled over and entered her easily. Without rushing, I cupped her face, which was covered in fine sweat, and kissed her all the way down to her neck. Her moans were the clarion call for another assault, making me excited. My penis began to penetrate deeply, thrusting in and out. In the midst of the intense thrusting, my penis was suddenly gripped tightly, and just as it relaxed, it was gripped even more fiercely. This repeated itself, accompanied by a powerful outpouring of energy before everything returned to calm. Gentle caresses, whispered secrets—I forgot my fatigue, hunger, worries, and troubles; I forgot everything in the world. In a half-asleep state, an idea suddenly popped into my head: why not sell off the less desirable half of that land to raise cash, and then raise some more funds? Wouldn't that allow us to start construction early? Then we could pre-sell, and if everything went smoothly, everything would be fine. I quickly told her about the idea, and she woke up from her sleep, asking why I thought of it. I laughed and said it was inspired by sex; being "pressed" down by her, of course I'd desperately want a way out! She playfully pinched my bottom, but then gently stroked it and gave me a passionate kiss. What followed seemed to go by so smoothly it was almost unbelievable. Everything went perfectly. Xiaolin and I not only made a fortune we never imagined, but we also each acquired promising rental properties. By this time, we were starting to gain some recognition among our group, and Xiaolin and Sister Wang were planning a new project. Sister Wang wasn't doing much work anymore, only occasionally visiting the company she co-owned with Xiaolin, because her friends had all become my friends, and my business network had grown even larger thanks to my hard work. More importantly, we started planning our wedding!

She bought a large house in an upscale community and began hiring the best interior design companies to design and decorate it. She's a meticulous woman; she even considered designing the two smaller rooms with a cartoonish theme because she wanted another child like ours. She was almost obsessed with these things, and gradually handed over the affairs of Xiaolin's company to me, becoming more like a dutiful housewife. I chose a young man who had recently graduated from university as the manager of my old company. Perhaps because we both grew up in the countryside, I liked his intelligence, honesty, simplicity, and diligence. Life became much easier afterward, and I started preparing to take her home to meet my parents. I was worried that my parents would object, because they had worked in government offices their whole lives and were very concerned about their reputation. They only had me as their son, and Sister Wang was divorced with a child. Could they accept that? I knew she was even more worried than I was and never dared to bring it up. But I knew we loved each other, and no matter what obstacles there were, I would marry her. After thinking for a long time, I decided to talk to my sister first, hoping she could talk to my parents. When I drove the Buick that Sister Wang had bought for me to my sister's house, she was very happy. She said she never expected her little brother from back then to be so successful. I was also very happy, and I took the opportunity to say that it was because Sister Wang was a good person and very supportive of me. But when I brought up the substantive issues, my sister suddenly did a complete 180-degree turn; she vehemently opposed it. She listed a whole host of reasons—age, experience, public opinion—but in short: absolutely not. Finally, she even said she'd heard rumors that Sister Wang had engaged in shady dealings with someone in the past for business purposes. She said, regardless of whether the rumors were true or false, this reputation would ruin my life. I was completely enraged. I yelled at my sister, saying I couldn't and didn't want to interfere with her past. I only knew that we loved each other very much now, and regardless of whether she and our parents agreed, we were getting married soon. I slammed the door and left.

That night, I received a call from my parents asking me to come home the next day. I knew my sister had told them. Since things had come to this, I decided to bring Sister Wang home with me the next day; it was bound to happen sooner or later anyway. On the way, I could tell she was very uneasy. She was dressed appropriately and wore light makeup, but it couldn't hide her anxiety. However, she kept trying to comfort me, telling me to talk things out calmly when I got home and not to upset the elders. She said if my family objected, we could take it slow. I feigned composure, smiled, and said, "Don't worry," before turning on the car stereo. An inevitable argument ensued, a meeting that ended badly. In the end, my parents gave me one piece of advice: either come home, or never come back again. I chose the latter. After driving out of the county, I stopped by the roadside and wept uncontrollably, because of my family's lack of understanding, because of this love that was misunderstood by everyone. She gently pulled my head close, stroking it, and said through tears, "If it's not possible, we can still be good siblings. Don't make things difficult for yourself, okay?" I wiped away her tears and said, "Don't worry, okay? They'll understand. After all, I'm their son. Time will change everything. As long as you're with me through this period, everything will be alright." She nodded through her tears.

She spent more and more time at home, meticulously preparing for the wedding. One evening after dinner, I said to her, "Could you bring your daughter, Tian Tian, over? We can live together. Having a child will make it feel more like a home." I could tell she was very happy. She jumped and ran over like a child, hugging me and saying, "Is that okay? You won't mind, will you?" I stroked her long hair and said, "How could I be annoyed? Our child is the cutest. How could I be annoyed?" I saw her eyes filled with tears. She kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Baby, thank you!" Sweetie was very well-behaved and quickly became familiar with me. Whenever I came home, she would be my little shadow. Back then, Sister Wang's favorite thing to do was watch me and Sweetie play on the lounge chair on the balcony. She was happy and content then. I guess that's how it is for most people these days. When you're unknown, friends rarely visit you, but once you achieve something, even strangers will remember you! That year, our high school classmates who worked in the city had a reunion. I was surprised to receive an invitation for the first time in so many years since graduation, and I was told by phone that I had to attend. Perhaps without this reunion, my life would be the envy of everyone, but you never know what will happen in this world.

She spent more and more time at home, meticulously preparing for her wedding. One evening after dinner, I said to her, "Could you bring your daughter, Sweetie, over so we can live together? Having a child makes it feel more like a home." I could tell she was very happy. She jumped and ran over like a child, hugging me and saying, "Can I?" "Aren't you annoyed?" I stroked her long hair and said, "Of course not, our child is the cutest, how could I be annoyed?" I saw her eyes were full of tears. She kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Baby, thank you!" Sweetie was very well-behaved and quickly became familiar with me. Whenever I came home, she would be my little shadow. Back then, Sister Wang's favorite thing to do was watch me and Sweetie play on the lounge chair on the balcony. She was happy and content then. I guess that's how people are these days. When you're unknown, friends rarely visit you, but once you achieve something, even strangers will remember you! This year, my high school classmates who work in the city had a reunion. I was surprised to receive an invitation for the first time in so many years since graduation, and I was told by phone that I had to attend. Perhaps without this reunion, my life would be the envy of everyone, but you never know what will happen in this world.

When my Buick pulled up in the hotel parking lot, I was greeted by a multitude of smiling faces and enthusiastic hands. Before I could think, a smile, almost indistinguishable from genuine enthusiasm, honed through years of business dealings, appeared on my face. Like all gatherings, there were handshakes, hugs, toasts, mutual flattery, bawdy jokes, and finally, the exchange of contact information, along with words of encouragement and well wishes. To be honest, I really didn't want to attend such gatherings. Even without them, based on my principles, if I knew a friend was in trouble, regardless of whether they contacted me or not, I would try to help. Life isn't easy for anyone; everyone needs to ask for help sometimes. I just wondered why they didn't invite those classmates who work as street vendors or laborers in this city. We were classmates too! The only achievement of this gathering, in my opinion, was that I reached a preliminary agreement with one of my classmates on a business project. The other party was a female classmate of mine from high school. Her father was an engineer at a research institute, and after retiring, he continued to contribute his expertise by making small inventions and innovations. Last year, her father achieved a significant breakthrough by inventing a new fluorescent light starting device. This not only solved the problem of old fluorescent lights often having one side blackening and a short lifespan, but also saved 30% on electricity. She quit her job and started a factory, partnering with a company in Zhejiang to produce these fluorescent light starting devices. Everything was set up, but then the other party suddenly withdrew their investment, leaving her in a difficult situation and the factory paralyzed. She heard from classmates that I had done well in recent years and had some capital. She said that if I could invest two million yuan at once, I could get 30% of the factory's shares. I told her I would seriously consider it. After returning home, I consulted some knowledgeable friends, who suggested I check the relevant certificates. If they were genuine, the prospects shouldn't be too bad, at least there were no similar products on the market. A few days later, I went to my classmate's house and casually looked at all the certificates. After confirming everything was genuine, I expressed my willingness to invest.

The next day, I had the finance department transfer two million to my classmate's account. This was absolutely unacceptable, as we didn't even have a preliminary agreement, and any problems would be difficult to resolve. But I trusted my usually shy classmate, and even more so, I trusted her intellectual family. More importantly, during that time, Xiaolin took it upon herself to buy a piece of land owned by a state-owned enterprise and develop residential buildings. I had to handle almost everything; she became a hands-off manager. Although my classmate repeatedly hoped to sign a contract with our company, I was simply too overwhelmed, and hadn't even discussed the investment with Sister Wang. Later, the building Xiaolin developed encountered problems, and Xiaolin and I had to search for connections and coordinate with various parties. I was so busy that I often got home late at night, completely exhausted. Finally, unable to manage any longer, Sister Wang had to bring in a distant cousin. Sister Wang's cousin had just graduated from a finance college and hadn't found a job yet. Sister Wang's idea was that by putting her cousin in finance, I could give the company manager more authority, thus freeing me up and preventing me from being too overworked. While Xiaolin and I were incredibly busy, the company manager called, saying a woman had been calling me over a dozen times a day, claiming to be my classmate. (I was so busy at the time that I had turned off my personal phone, and my classmate didn't know my work phone number.) But I couldn't deal with that at all, because some of Xiaolin's houses had already been pre-sold, and if they couldn't be delivered on time, it would cause a huge mess. So it was delayed until that weekend before I finally met my classmate. Apparently, the factory's production and sales were doing well, but she heard that similar products already existed in Zhejiang, so she wanted to increase production to seize market share and hoped I would invest another 500,000 to 1 million. Without thinking much, I called the finance department and asked them to transfer 500,000 to her. The person who answered the phone was Wang Jie's cousin. That weekend, I didn't have time to rest; I was still busy with the commercial and residential building project with Xiaolin. Everything was back to being busy, but I really couldn't have imagined that what was about to happen would affect my love life, my life, and even my entire life!

On Tuesday of the following week, I had just finished treating the heads of the housing management bureau to dinner, and after seeing those big shots off, I got into my car and habitually lit a cigarette when my phone rang. I saw it was a call from the company's finance department and quickly answered. When you're busy out there, your biggest worry is something happening at home. It was the finance manager calling. He said that Sister Wang had just come to check the accounts, asking about the whereabouts of the 2.5 million yuan and also asking about my relationship with the female factory manager. Perhaps because I had been too busy and irritable lately, my temper flared up instantly. I asked the finance manager where Sister Wang was, and he said she had gone home, but she seemed very unhappy and scared. I didn't say anything and hung up, driving straight home. When I got home, Sister Wang sat down and asked why I was home so early. I could tell she was trying her best to act like nothing was wrong. I said angrily, "Just say what you mean! Why are you cutting off my escape route?" She interrupted me, "Don't overthink it." "What do you mean by checking the company's accounts? Why didn't you just ask me directly? How am I supposed to work here after this?"

"I heard from my cousin that the company transferred 2.5 million to an electronics factory. I thought it was a lot of money, so I wanted to take a look," she said. I said even louder, "You call this 'taking a look'? Why didn't you wait for me to come back before asking me?" She had probably never heard me talk to her like this before and started crying. "I also heard from my cousin that that woman calls you more than a dozen times a day, and she's unmarried. I heard she even had a crush on you when we were in school." Before she could finish, I threw off my clothes and said, "You investigated me? You think I would cheat you out of 2.5 million? Do you think I'd keep a mistress? You underestimate me. Even if I were just working for you, what I've done over the years would have exceeded that amount, right? Do you think I'd be like your ex-boyfriend, trying to cheat you out of your money?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I had gone too far, but there was no going back. Her tears fell like broken beads: "I knew it! You'd despise me to some extent, it was just a matter of time! How could you say that to me? Get out!"

I said nothing, driving aimlessly through the city's traffic, thinking that the person I loved so deeply thought I was with her for money, that I was using money to support a mistress. Does true love even exist in this world? Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I had to pull over and drive to the side of the road. At dawn, I fell into a deep sleep in my car. When I woke up, it was past nine the next day. I drove home; it was empty. I left the house and car keys behind, leaving the home to which I had given all my love, and went to Zhuhai. I

worked for a company on Phoenix Road in Zhuhai for a year, cutting off all contact with the outside world. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2003, I returned to my parents' home in the county town. My parents said nothing, only offering me forgiveness and understanding. A month later, through their connections, they got me back to my old job. Aside from work, I rarely went out. During that time, I wanted to go see her because I still loved her and missed her, even more so than Xiaotian. But deep down, I always thought that Sister Wang believed I was with her for money, and that impulse to see her was extinguished at that moment. The Spring Festival of 2004 came quickly; I think it was the third day of the Lunar New Year. My mother's old classmate and her daughter came to visit, and I later learned it was a blind date. To avoid worrying my elderly parents, I reluctantly started dating the girl. She was a very ordinary girl, but after spending some time with her, I discovered she had many good qualities: simple, kind, well-educated, and very cultured, so we got along very well. That May Day, both sets of parents started discussing engagement, and my heart began to ache because I still loved Sister Wang and still hoped we could be together. After much consideration, I decided to go to the city to find her. I

arrived at the location of our former company, which was now a restaurant. I went to the place where we used to live; the door was covered in thick dust. I went to her parents' house, but they wouldn't let me in, saying, "Haven't you ruined my daughter enough?" They shut me out completely. I then managed to find Xiaolin, who is now the CEO of a large real estate company. She warmly welcomed me and told me everything that had happened.

It turned out that after I left, Sister Wang abandoned everything she was doing, searching everywhere for me, even visiting my house dozens of times to inquire about me, but to no avail. She fell seriously ill and only recovered after six months. She kept telling Xiaolin that it was her fault, that she had hurt my feelings, and that she truly didn't want to see her anymore; she was filled with remorse. Later, she closed her company, asked Xiaolin to sell the new house and the shop in the new district, and took her daughter to Ireland—the exact location is unknown—saying she never wanted to return to this place of heartbreak. With tears in my eyes, I listened to the whole story, declined Xiaolin's offer to stay, and headed home.

The day after I got home, I had a long talk with the girl. Finally, I got to the point, but after only a few words, she said, "I know a little about your past. I don't want to interfere too much. I just hope that being with me is a new beginning for you. If you think I'm alright, let's get engaged. I think you're a good person." I really didn't know what to say, facing such a sincere and straightforward girl. Plus, my grandmother back home said she'd calculated that our birth charts were particularly compatible, and I suddenly became superstitious. Maybe this was fate. Urged by both sets of parents, we got engaged, and we got married on Mid-Autumn Festival in 2004. Life after marriage was peaceful and comfortable. She was a caring person and very filial to her parents.

Time flies, and it was almost Mid-Autumn Festival in 2005. I remember one evening a month before Mid-Autumn Festival, we had dinner as usual. I read the newspaper while she cleared the dishes. While I was reading, she called me from the bathroom, asking me to take my clothes in so she could wash them. I put away the newspaper, took my own clothes, and a few of her underwear and went into the bathroom. I pushed her out and said, "Go watch TV, the Korean drama is about to start. I'll wash myself, I'm just killing time anyway." She laughed and said she hadn't misjudged me, that I was a good husband, and then laughed as she left. That night, I suddenly remembered that my workplace had arranged for me to attend a training course in the city for a month, leaving the day after tomorrow. I quickly told her. She said, "Isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival in a month? Aren't you coming back for the Mid-Autumn Festival?" I said I would definitely come back, and I thought it would end early on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. She said, "Then I'll prepare something for you tomorrow."

The month-long training course passed quickly. The Mid-Autumn Festival is the second most important festival for Chinese people after the Spring Festival, so the training course ended at noon so that everyone could buy some things to take home for the festival. I went to the busiest street in the city, thinking of buying mooncakes for my family. Just as I was walking through the crowded streets, thinking about which store to go into, someone grabbed my clothes from behind. I turned around and saw that although she had grown up and taller, I still recognized her—Little Sweetie. I took her hand and searched through the crowd, finally finding Sister Wang on the street corner. She was covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face as she looked at me. I pushed through the crowd and rushed over to hug her tightly, wiping away her tears. She said, "Let's go home and sit for a while." We returned to the home that used to be ours. Her parents were there too. She cooked my favorite dishes, and we ate in silence. After dinner, the old lady took Little Sweetie downstairs, leaving only us in the house, eerily quiet. She spoke first, saying she heard from Xiaolin that I was married and doing well, and she was very happy for me. She said she was in Dublin, the capital of Ireland, and was now the chief agent for Suzhou silk in Ireland, living a stable life. She came back this time for two reasons: first, to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, and second, with the help of the local Chinese Chamber of Commerce, to complete the paperwork for her parents to go abroad, preparing to bring them to live with her. Their flight was tomorrow. I wanted to ask, "Are you really never coming back?" But I didn't say it. As evening fell, she saw me off, slipping a box of Miqi mooncakes into my hand. Even after all these years, she was still so thoughtful; my nose tingled with emotion. As I left, I asked her if I could take her home tomorrow. She looked at me, nodded, and told me to be careful on the road.

That night, lying in bed with mixed feelings, looking at my sleeping wife, I decided to wake her and tell her everything. After listening to me, she nestled against my chest and said she understood that it was a feeling I might never forget. She said, "Go ahead, see Sister Wang off; she's had a hard life too." My tears fell uncontrollably once more, for the two good women I had met; each tear was a testament to my guilt.

In the airport terminal, Sister Wang helped the elderly woman through security first, then I put my little Tian Tian down and took her with me. The elderly woman led Tian Tian inside first. Sister Wang and I looked at each other, and she said, trying to sound casual, "When your child is six, send him over to school, and I'll help you take care of him." I gave a bitter smile and remained silent for a long time. Boarding time was approaching, and she must have slipped through. She took a brown paper document bag from her bag and handed it to me, telling me to open it after she left. I nodded, and she opened her arms, and we embraced tightly. She whispered in my ear, "Baby, I will always love you. I'm sorry for everything in the past. I will always love you." Then she suddenly pushed my hand away, strode into security, and never looked back until she disappeared from my sight.

Standing outside the terminal, I opened the document bag. Inside was a letter and a set of keys. The letter read: "Baby: You are the love of my life, past, present, and future, forever!

These keys are for our old house. I hadn't expected to see you, and I wanted to ask Xiaolin to give them to you, but now I'm so happy to give them to you in person! I've already asked a lawyer to transfer them to your name. I haven't touched anything there for years; I was afraid you wouldn't recognize our home when you came back. Please visit often, clean it up; all our love remains there." That's my only attachment to my hometown. If I can return in my lifetime, that's where I'll find my home.

Life is full of coincidences, some good, some bad. I thank God for giving me the chance to meet you, for giving me the most beautiful days of my life, unforgettable! No matter who was to blame for the past, I hope you can forgive me, my love, I'm sorry.
1905r/> Goodbye, my darling, the person I loved most in my life and who loved me most. If there is an afterlife, I would gladly spend a lifetime searching for you, even if it meant sacrificing just one second, just for that one second of possession.

Truly, my darling, I'm sorry. The Boeing plane took off, carrying away the woman eight years my senior, the woman I once loved most and who loved me most. My tears are flowing freely.
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